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Here Comes the Judge chords by Jurny Big, Raphi

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Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Well now,
here come the judge
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Said I fell down, all up in the mud
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It's all swell now,
I still didn't budge
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Holdin' a mic in my right hand
And all the hand I gotta grudge
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It's Mr. As tronomical
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With Cali Quake and Pal
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That's like MJ and Kobe,
only mixed with Monster Cody
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Yeah man I know these phonies
ain't my homies,
it's a dirty gang
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Quick shame, tight grips, the jury,
and that's when
Journey came, and I heard him say
When I'm clutching a mallet,
on my hammer,
the stamina out your palate
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You'll be losing your balance,
while I cruise through
the mediocre talent around us
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These fools know not to say
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a thing about us,
we bring down your palace
When the sounds surround,
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we gon' pound your cowards,
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steady asking y 'all
How is talent like that still
bound to call?
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There's so many ways to pass
it back and forth,
of course it's easily done
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Do it for fun and heat at the sun,
but big up the one whose
kingdom come
Whose kingdom come, thy will be done,
on earth and heaven above
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Making the people push and shove
to get up in front and give us some love
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Shame in eyes, main device,
that we ain't gonna be the same despite
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The frame of mind that says that
I gotta be up in the game
for the fame and ice
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That's why I'm playing
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them tables right,
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ain't gonna burn for the same old life
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But making sure my paper's tight
and still wear the robe
on this judgment night
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Come to order, well now,
here come the judge
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And I, I fell down, all up in the mud,
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it's all swell now
I still didn't budge,
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holdin' a mic in my right hand
And the other hand, I got a grudge
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Well now, here come the judge
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And I, I fell down, all up in the mud,
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it's all swell now
I still didn't budge,
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holdin' a mic in my right hand
And the other hand, I got a grudge
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I rap Jurassic, drivin' in five gears
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We all stuck in traffic, I'm ridin'
Livin' life and collidin' with them
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wrong plays of the wrong kind
The MCs with bad timin',
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bad rhymin', instead of climbin'
Still doin' the style that they started with
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And they wonder why they
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ain't as hard as me
I'm an artist,
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by far it's the easiest thing I could ever be
So many styles,
gotta get another memory
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Caught it,
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not hard as them cats on the radio
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may claim to be
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Askin' your lady who she came to see
Shame in me, no mistakin' ease
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With nothin' but a openin' line
to open your mind
Hopin' you find a better way
to cope in the grind
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I'm focusin' mind on shiftin' my tone
Ten times in the rhythm
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when I get up in them 360s
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And the mixed tweet used
to be so frequently
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But now they're so seldom seen
It's like it was all a dream
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But maybe it was,
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just like Big said
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Everybody got such a big head now
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When you look around
You gotta see the ones
who really wanna make a frown
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But when you dig you better
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take it down
Otherwise they're gonna do it to you
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And you can take it to the bank
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Man I'm rollin' for the cat
and the pen and shit
Makin' them walk the plank
for givin' up a dub
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Well now, here come the judge
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that I, I bailed down
Cause y 'all had us all up
in the mud and saw
Swell now, I still didn't budge
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Holdin' a mic in my right hand
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And all I had, I got a grudge
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Well now, here come the judge
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Said I, I failed them
All up in the mud,
it's all swell now I still didn't budge
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Holdin' a mic in my right hand
And all I had, I got a grudge
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Man, we tryna get you to bob your heads
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No better yet, start off your feet
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C'mon, throw your hands
up in the air
Whatever, just bang the beat like
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Ah, make sure that's heard up in the streets
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If it ain't that's all bad
for a limited time
Monty we gotta brag
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Pumpin' your eyes open
Scopin' me comin'
Drivin' by the drummin'
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Spittin' somethin' that you
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never even heard of
You ain't murder nothin' you fakin'
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We ain't scurdy or you
just makin' noise
Makin' boys think they can do the same
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With toys about rhyme skills
and you ain't got em'
Or you so hard maybe you shot em'
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Every which way we can't sink
Into the beat like ink
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To a loose leaf think
Twice before steppin'
My weapons kept in the Southpaw grip
Mouth, jaw, lips, et cetera
When it come in contact with
The rhythmic matter that the gabbo hits
They wanna battle this?
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Better grab the list
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So many in line tryna challenge this
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With a tight right fist,
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the mic gets gripped
Another example of a cat getting ripped
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But that's not it,
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got a couple more years
Before I put the mic down
Got a couple more tears
and you might get drowned
In em, get knocked down in em
So many more battles
and we gon' win em
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Well now, here comes the judge
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That I fell down, all up in the mud
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And so, well now, I still didn't budge
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Holdin' a mic in my right hand
And the other hand, I got a grudge
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Well now, here comes the judge
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I fell down, all up in the mud,
it's all swell now, I still didn't budge,
holding a mic in my right hand,
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and on the hand I got a grudge
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Yeah, like that, objection overruled,
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this court is now adjourned
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the next, video!!
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